Matchstick
What am I but a matchstick So delicate So deadly Easily brightened Easily put out So handle me gently please Protect me when the rain falls So I may burn for infinities to come -Carissa Williams
07: The Body - July 2021
Tag: Carissa Williams
07: The Body - July 2021
Embodying The Universe
I was once told I am the universe It’s body and it’s mind I’ve existed endlessly Through every moment in time And in that second I was puzzled I saw myself as much too small And though they tried to help me comprehend I couldn’t help but think them false But then I looked into mirror And I saw planets And stars And then I blinked And as fast as they came They were gone…
06: Open - June 2021
What If
What if I simply were a story My years spelt out on every line Would I read and be proud of my life? Or would I wish I’d had more time? What if I wrote myself a fairytale No hatred, pain, or crime Am I a princess or a peasant? Or am I something more divine? What if I made myself a movie Would I surely be a hit? Or would another person’s rating Simply…